Chapter 110
Part of it.” Again, she could have sworn she could read the unspoken words in his eyes: And I’m going to savor every damn second of your misery. “For an old bastard, you certainly haven’t bothered to learn manners at any point in your long existence.” Never mind that he looked to be in his late twenties. “Why should I waste flattery on a child who’s already in love with herself?” “We’re related, you know.” “We’ve as much blood in common as I do with the fortress pig-boy.” She felt her nostrils flare, and he shoved the bucket in her face. She almost knocked it right back into his, but decided that she didn’t want a broken nose and began disarming herself. Rowan counted every weapon she put in the bucket as though he’d already learned how many she’d been carrying, even the hidden ones.
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